Oh how I admire the real wave riders of this world. Those who break the dawn on the powerful swell of the sea; those who merge, fearlessly, with the rise and fall of the brutal and beautiful depths; those that know the grace that’s hidden in the challenge. But I am not a real wave rider… just a metaphorical one. And I love that. I love that just as their physicality expresses the rarity of this precious adventure, so do these words. ...

In the last month, not one, but two of my absolutely amazing sisters gave birth to beautiful new babies. I got to be there for both of the births, but in different ways for each one.  I would love to write a whole article just in tribute to the miracle that is my sisters, but that’s for another post. As I sat there in witness to this incredible event, and watched the contraction monitor moving up and down, it hit me that life is like...

To my dear, sweet and oh-so-treasured readers, I am getting ready to start packing for a lovely week long un-plugged camping trip to the mountains, and I haven’t written a new post in well over a week. I’ve been sitting in the quiet of the aftermath of all this internal deep-diving and letting it soak WAY IN.  It’s so important to let these inner-knowings wash over us, to let them sink down to the bone.  To let them...

I have been doing a lot of pondering about polarities lately, about this world of OPPOSITES, and the ultimate inclusion of all things. It is my work in this life to recognize and bring to the forefront of my consciousness, all those parts of myself that I push away, and vehemently dis-own, because of my beliefs about said things, and what I think those things mean. I do not do this because that’s what teachers teach, or because it’s...

It has been said… you are living with your Guru. Everything you need for your growth and awakening, you get.  It’s built right into your life, already. You don’t need to go to Tibet to learn from the great Masters… the Masters are those who are closest to you.  The ones who are pushing all the right buttons, and saying all the “wrong” things,  like a last-ditch attempt to get you to wake up to your crazy-ass...

I realized an essential distinction the other day, in regards to UNDERSTANDING — and where that understanding is coming from. I was riding in the truck with my husband and son, on our way to our favorite coastal camping spot, and I raised a question to both of them, in the hopes of sparking an internal “looking” that we could all share in together. But instead, it began to take on the quality of a debate, rather than the quality...

  I’m going to tackle this overtly-popular topic here — not because I haven’t already questioned it a thousand times on my own, and not because I want to convince you to the opposite by standing on my soap-box and preaching what I have found to be true. But because it came up for me recently (again), and because I hope it will prompt you to look at this closer in your own life, on your own time, in the privacy of your own...

So I sat down this morning and asked _____________ (insert favorite name for formlessness or higher-selfhood of your choice) for clarity and understanding on the role of intention. Because I had a lot of conflicting-bits about it, and as my awareness and connection has expanded, the role and importance of intention in my life has greatly dropped from what it once was. But I found myself flip-flopping on it, and I found some stress lurking up...

I did something absolutely radical the other day, my friends. Well, radical for most, anyway. You see, I’m someone who really wants my internal freedom, I mean really, really. I have tasted a profound clarity and peace, an indescribable connection and overflowing love, and joy for life.  And now, anything less than that, feels harder and harder to bear. I realize that might sound didactic, but it’s actually very honest for me. ...

I just had a pretty epic meltdown. It was one of those sobbing fits of rage that just hit’s you almost out of the blue. It’s the kind that you berate yourself for, while simultaneously collapsing into the floor, or the pillow on your bed, convulsing in heaves of inexplicable pain and grief. Despite your arguments with it, it feels utterly helpless to do anything but let the tidal force of sorrow crash through you like a slow-moving...

You. Do you know how beautiful you are? Do you have any idea about the corner of the world that get’s held up because of your existence? Do you know about the brightness that is held in your every breath? Do you know what magnificence is concealed in your story? Do you know that Love wrote a letter in your bones on the day you were born, and that every moment of your life is about revealing that letter? Do you have any idea about the...

This post is actually a comment-reply to a post I made the other day, and it was so friggin’ fantastic that I thought it should be a post of it’s own, so I asked the lovely and amazing Fabeku if he would be opposed to this, and good news!.. He wasn’t. So to fully appreciate the context of this post, YOU’LL NEED TO READ THIS FIRST » (it’s short, I promise, and it’ll add extra ka-pow to this post, as fabeku...

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“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.”  — Hafiz I had an interesting day yesterday. It began as one of “those” days – you know the kind.  But it was also peppered with some of the loveliest moments I’ve had in my life to date. Which I find very interesting (and encouraging) because I remember a time when I would have just chalked it up to...